Holding the phone between them, the three R.I.S.C. operatives listened closely to what the Homeland agent had to say.
“The feds are now involved in the case against Henry Doyle.”
“The feds?” Mac sounded surprised. “Why would they care if a lawyer took out a local mob guy?”
“Because the lawyer and the dead mob guy were both closely connected to your uncle. Apparently before his death, the FBI was close to making a case against Anthony Moretti. They’d been after him for years, but every time they thought they had an air-tight case, Doyle always managed to find some sort of loophole. According to my contact in the Bureau, this time the charges were actually going to stick.”
“Sounds to me like the bastard got off lucky by dying when he did.” The words were out of his mouth before Coop could stop them. He looked at Mac. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. You said exactly what I was thinking.”
“Anyway,” Ryker continued, “because they were already looking into Moretti, along with his close associates, Doyle is still on the FBI’s radar. They’ve decided to work a joint investigation with the Jersey City P.D.”
“Thanks for letting us know,” Trevor told the man on the other end of the line.
“Hang on, I’m not done.”
Mac’s gaze moved from his to Trevor’s before landing on the phone. “There’s more?”
“Don’t worry. It’s good news.”
“About fucking time,” Coop muttered. He saw Mac give him a quick, sideways glance before looking away quickly.
“The feds are at Doyle’s condo as we speak,” Ryker continued sharing what he knew. “They found a camera in a locked drawer in his desk. Mac, there were pictures of you and Coop, including the same ones you received with the threatening note.”
Coop’s eyes shot to hers. She stared back at him a couple of seconds before breaking eye contact. Blinking quickly, she tried to keep tears he couldn’t see from falling.
She was upset because the man she’d thought cared about her turned out to be just like her uncle and all the rest. Coop’s concern stemmed from something much different.
“Ryker, it’s Sean. Is there any way to keep Mac’s personal involvement in this out of public record?” His eyes met hers again. “If her real identity is exposed, it’ll ruin her military record. Not to mention she could be brought up on charges.”
He and Mac may not have a future together as a couple, but he was still her partner. And partners had each other’s backs, no matter what.
Raising a hand to the corner of her eye, Mac subtly wiped away a tear that escaped. The three listened intently to Ryker’s response.
“Already taken care of,” the agent assured them. “Those pictures have all been sent to me, the memory card destroyed.”
Trevor shook his head and grinned. “The things you have the power to accomplish scare the hell out of me sometimes.”
The other man laughed. “You’re welcome. I’ll keep you posted on any further developments. For the time being, I’d say your people can rest easy.”
“Thanks, Jason.” Trevor ended the call and a collective sigh filled the night air.
“So that’s it.” Mac spoke up first. “It’s over.”
Trevor nodded. “I’d say so. You two still need to be careful, though. At least until we know for sure Doyle’s staying put behind bars.”
“He’s right, Mac.” Coop made sure she was listening. “Henry’s in custody, but that doesn’t mean he can’t still send his guys after you. Maybe you should stay with m…uh, someone tonight. As a precaution.”
Shit.He came damn close to suggesting she stay with him.
The disappointed look in her eyes told Coop she knew exactly what he was thinking. “I’ll be fine.”
Sensing the tension between them, Trevor offered a quick, “You can stay with Lexi and I, if you want.”
“Thanks, but once I see Liv and the baby, I just want to go to my own place and crash. Besides, if anyone still needs watching over, it’s Coop.”
Coop’s chest tightened. She was still worried about him, which only added more jagged edges to his already broken heart.
